Name: Prince Endymion; Alias: Ender
Gender: Male

Birthday: August 3rd
Age: 15
Birthplace: Elysian Castle

Physical Description:
Even without his royal heritage, some might have claimed Endymion to be the Prince of Earth based on looks alone. While he continues to grow and mature, already his is a beauty that is spoken of throughout all of the United Terra Kingdoms; a visage that Terrans are proud to call their own, for his attractiveness easily matches or surpasses the beauty of the ethereal beings from the Moon Kingdom. He is a tall youth, standing near six feet and growing, his body neither skinny nor brawny but instead lean and toned through his practice with a blade. His being emanates a feeling of strength and security, a sensation intensified when looking into his dark blue eyes, eyes the same color as the sea. His hair, black as night, is cut into a fashionable style of the times but has its own hints of rebelliousness in puffs that tend to stick out and away from his head; the unmanageable cowlicks serve to remind people of his age and are normally remarked upon with affection by ladies of the court.
By anyone’s standards, Endymion is undeniably handsome.

Endymion’s Royal Attire consists of a long sleeved, high-necked black jacket, ornamented with silver piping on the sleeves and the chest and a strip of golden piping at the neck with ornamentation that mirrors the chest design; it is complimented with a pair of black slacks, most of which are covered by a pair of dark leather boots, knee-high with a tough covering to protect his knees. The ensemble is completed with a long red-lined black cape that hangs from his shoulders, held in place with golden chains attached to silver decorative buttons. Serving as both official Royal Attire and battle attire, this outfit is often complimented with strong, shining iron shoulder guards and a metal encasing for his torso that stretches from ribline to hips, breaking on either side to cover the upper parts of either leg. A long sword, encased in leather gilded with gold, with an iron pommel and bronze crossguard, rests at home on his hip, strapped in place with leather.

Another high-ranking outfit he wears on occasion is one that matches the uniforms worn by his Shitennou: like his Royal Attire it consists of knee-high boots, slacks, and long-sleeved, high-necked jacket; except this jacket is tunic-length and cinched below the waist with a belt. The jacket is left unadorned and fastenes asymmetrically with a button; Endymion’s piping color in this garb is golden, to mark his status as the Prince of the “Golden Kingdom”.

Lastly, he retains garb reminiscent of a commoner: simple brown slacks with reinforced knees, soft brown shoes, a white rough-sewn woolen tunic cinched with a rope belt with a brown leather vest: the attire of a shepherd. Around his neck he wears a simple cord with a small decoration that, when examined, would prove his identity as Prince Endymion, but otherwise looks nondescript.

Prince Attire:

Personality:
Endymion strives to be the ideal Prince of Earth, modeling himself after both his father and grandfather, with hints of fairytale princes read from storybooks thrown into the mix – he strives towards this ideal, as he strives towards any ideal he takes to heart. Chief among the principles he holds himself to and truly believes in are the principles of peace and kindness, especially towards those of lower status than him; etiquette, chivalry and respect, to treat others fairly, decently and cordially, the way he would wish to be treated; sincerity, for truth is of the utmost importance; trustworthiness, responsibility and reliability, as those are the keys to earning respect and showing it. It is that code – the code of a ‘perfect prince’ – that he strives towards; unfortunately for some, his innate stubbornness often holds those around him to the same strict code, as well.

In order to keep to his ideal, Endymion often doesn’t show his true emotions, keeping himself reigned in even in situations he personally detests (such as interviews with ladies of court who simply insist he must meet with their daughters/nieces/sisters). Outwardly he is calm, level-headed, and a tad detached… unless, of course, someone is going against one of his ideals. He will challenge even the strongest and most adept of knights if he sees them abusing their powers, acting without courtesy or respect, especially towards those of lower status.

While he acts with confidence and strives towards what he believes is right, on occasion Endymion is struck with insecurities about himself, his mission, sometimes feeling as though the weight of the world were on his shoulders alone. Though he has best friends in the Shitennou, he often doesn’t share all of his cares or worries with them, knowing that they would have no answers and not wanting to worry or burden them with his nonsense.

... but what he does share with them is his more carefree side. Growing up with them from such a young age, with them he is Endymion the guy, instead of Endymion the Prince. Knowing each other so well, he freely admits to them when he's lost or confused, teases them and is teased by them, gives in to reckless amusement and often joins in with, if not initiates, the insane Contests he and his friends always competing in. They are more brothers than friends, and he trusts them completely with his life and takes all (serious) advise to heart.

Note: Endymion in the Earth Kingdom Adventures RP will have more of a Jewels of the Moon Kingdom vibe to him than the 'super serious o_o' Prince of Earth vibe described above. XD He's not a prince there, just a dude named Ender travelling with his buddies.


Any Unique Abilities/Skills: Unawakened power of the Golden Crystal; slight psychometery (touch-telepathy (especially dreams), intimate connection with Earth that allows for locating people, and limited healing abilities)

History:
Prince Endymion was born in the middle of summer to much fanfare and celebration – the first born of the new King Aethlios and his beautiful wife, Queen Kalyke, and a healthy son to boot! The entire Kingdom of Earth toasted their new Prince, wishing him a long and healthy life, and a world-wide gala was at hand. From the corners of the world, the Four Kings of Terra eagerly travelled to court to see their future ruler, each bringing his own young son to foster at Elysian to be a companion, confidant, and protector of their new Crown Prince, and a new place of honor with the King.

When they arrived and found that their idea had not been original, that the other three had also brought their own child, the four began to squabble, wars of the recent past still fresh on their mind. It was Helios, the young High Priest of Elysian, who came forward with the solution: four protectors, four guardians for the young Prince, one from every direction, every kingdom. Each King would be respected and honored for providing the young heir with a guardian, and their egos were sufficiently soothed. Helios, however, saw more than pacifying the four aging Kings, looking instead to the future of Earth itself. The five young Kings would live and grow together, developing friendships and trust amongst themselves and a respect for each other that would last their entire lives. This would cement the strength and solidarity of the newly unified Kingdom of Earth, and lead to a peaceful future for all. The four new guardians were called the Four Heavenly Kings and would return to live full-time at court on their fifth birthdays. One young boy, Kunzite, stayed on at Elysian from that very moment forward, already being of age, and became Prince Endymion’s senior guardian, the leader of the Shitennou.

During his third year of life, the toddling Endymion surprised the Elysian castle with news of his powers: specifically, that of psylocation. The young boy lost a toy that was dear to him and, wanting it, employed his psychometry powers as easily as another child would stretch his arm; putting his palm to the ground he thought of the object, searched for it, and found it. Running to retrieve it from a non-obvious place, a nanny asked him how he knew and his only reply was that he could “see” it. Word from there travelled quickly; his parents, worried, consulted with High Priest Helios who explained that young Endymion had innate powers within him. His parents were thrilled with the development, seeing it as a gift from the gods for the tentative world-wide peace they had fought for before his birth.

As he grew and developed, so did his mysterious powers; from location through searching the Earth (which made games of Hide and Seek a little more difficult for his four friends) to seeing people’s dreams or some event in their immediate future when he touched them, to healing minor wounds, Endymion’s peculiar powers fueled through energy passing through his hands continued to find itself useful and pleased his parents greatly, but was kept a secret to anyone outside the palace’s circle for safety reasons.

But life in the palace was often stifling and too serious to keep up with for such long stretches at a time, peace still too new to come easily, and oftentimes Endymion and his four companions would sneak away, assuming secret identities to walk unnoticed through the kingdom. He had dubbed himself "Ender" and had several disguises: a shepherd, a sell-sword, and a knight among them, but, just in case things turned sour, he had a royal seal made into a necklace and kept it on his person, to reveal when things went a little too far.

RP Sample:

From \"Millennium", a Sil Mil RP I play for, I wrote:

He couldn’t help the furrow in his brow at her reply. She had said “north”, but due north of here, beyond the mountain chain, was sprawling fields where one would be hard pressed to find the materials she claimed her buildings were made from, and such a prosperous town would be noted by Zoisite for sure, for the seat of his father’s kingdom wasn’t that far north and east of where they were. The other puzzling thing was the direction her pale finger pointed; north was behind her, through the mountain chain; she pointed…. Up.

As odd as it seemed, he was more inclined to believe the universal sign – a point – over the spoken direction; the common tongue was obviously not her first language, so she might have forgotten the word for ‘up’ but pointed there okay. … unless she was thinking of a compass rose and pointing up for north’s usual compass direction, but… he hid his shiver and followed her finger, looking up into the sky, trying to get ahold of its implications.

Either this was a dream and she was some form of angel sent to him from the heavens, or…

Or she was of the Silver Alliance..

It would make sense, such complete sense, given her actions, her appearance, even the answers for the questions he had asked but – he stopped the train of thought completely. He wouldn’t get ahead of himself; this could still be a dream. A very lifelike dream about a beautiful, playful girl with – with strange-colored hair, pale skin, a gown of impossible craftsmanship and hailing from a castle made out of jewels and precious stones, he finished, groaning internally. He had never met anyone from the Silver Alliance, not even from their nearest neighbor, the Moon, but he knew well of their peculiarities and their distaste for his planet due to the unruliness of the people and their history of warfare amongst themselves. While it was true that the final war had ended to unify the planet and they had been enjoying a tentative world peace for over two decades now, so far as Elysian knew their celestial neighbours still had issue with them.

If this were real… if she were from another planet… he would probably never be able to see her again. He wouldn’t be able to take her to the sea.

It was then that Endymion decided to do something he usually looked down on, a tactic that Zoisite often employed to get further information and his other friends used only to tease someone: he chose to play dumb. He’d ignore it all – if she said she came from the North, she came from the North. He’d show her around, let her play on his planet and experience the true grass, true breeze, true life of a fully-living planet, and after full-dark when the shepherd returned, he would walk her back to wherever she was staying. He smiled suddenly; if she was going to sneak down to Earth and play hooky from whatever life she usually lead, he would make her excursion worthwhile, and give her a memory of his planet that she would look fondly back on from whatever planet she returned to.

“North, huh?” he repeated, standing and offering her his hand to help her up, “Well then, if this is your first trip south,” he couldn’t help the intonation of his voice, “then maybe you haven’t had the pleasure of seeing a true southern stream?” The offer was faint; if she was truly from the northern territories they had streams like this all over, sometimes even their small falls were frozen over to create the most amazing icicle displays he had ever seen. If she was from the North, she could call him out immediately, or play along; if she wasn’t… well then, how often could she see free-flowing water coursing through a riverbed, babbling over rocks and stones? Had she ever seen a minnow? … or a sheep? He’d have to offer later to let her pet one, but, for now, he would offer her the stream and hope she accepted his hand to help her up.

Quote :

Leaf after leaf of paper turned beneath ink-stained fingers, reports moving from a decreasing stack on the left to an increasing pile on the right, the soft sound of progress the only noise to disturb the silence of the large, echoing workroom. Suddenly there came a pause, a near-inaudible whisper reading off a line from the document, fingers running over the line as the Prince of Earth read the passage aloud to himself. Booted feet echoed as he moved from a crowded desk to a giant table, the boundaries of the Kingdoms of Terra and their larger provinces outlined in thick black lines, some lines straight and complete, others smudged and redrawn over and over again.

Deftly, Endymion plucked up a different colored writing utensil and forged a new path through a territory, breaking from the established lines to follow the path of a river whose bed had slowly changed over time. Reading once again through the document, he turned his full attention to one of the areas under great dispute and examined the territory closely for what felt like the hundredth time. Hesitantly he placed a boundary to a nearby river, following the blue path south, but paused, rethinking; surely the eastern territory would feel he was favoring the western for giving them larger tracts of land, despite providing equal use of the river and its clean water. He sighed, drawing the line anyway, his brows creased thinking of the loud protests of the involved lords. 

Greed was an ugly beast, one that was running rampant through his kingdom, taking lives as surely as any mythical monster would. Unfortunately, he thought as he shook his head, putting the paper back on the desk, greed is not so easily defeated. 
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He awoke slowly, softly, to the cold caress of an evening breeze. His eyes opened marginally, looking about him as he tried to place himself. He lay in the grass in a soft meadow field, dew forming on the blades around him. To his left were trees whose upper branches glowed with the last hints of golden sunlight as insects of summer chirped around him, singing to the oncoming night; glancing up a hill he saw the pillowy sheep he was tending, milling about, still sampling the green blades, their tails flickering contentedly. He smiled – how peaceful it was to lay watching the sunset colors creep across the sky, to see the quarter moon glowing brilliantly among the colors. He sighed with contentment, turning his head to the side and considering another short nap, but then he found he was not alone.

Surely, he was dreaming… 

A girl, impossibly beautiful with eyes like the morning sky, skin as pale as alabaster, and lips as pink as the baby roses in his garden, crouched watching him with the hint of a smile. His brows furrowed – he had never seen anyone like her before, especially one who looked so young and yet had hair more luxuriantly silver than any elder he had ever come across, and longer than even the most proud woman at court. She wore a gown of gossamer silk that seemed to float around her in a way he had never seen before, ways he was sure master-level weavers had never even dreamed possible. Surely, he was dreaming, and so, surely, she would speak with him. 

“Who are you?” Endymion, guised as Ender the shepherd, asked plainly, his tone curious and nonthreatening as he propped himself up on his elbow to gaze at her. 

RP Tags:

I will review this in the morning I read through a bit tonight, but I have the sleepy eyes and I want to go through it again tomorrow while awake

I love the imagery links

So you are saying he will have a different attitude while away from the Earth?

XD more like he has an 'in court super serious I'm on display' persona, and an 'away from the capital, lol hiding in plane sight, NEPHRITE YOU BUTT GET BACK HERE' persona.

Ok.

well then...

I LOVE THIS XD

approved

I think I will be reading this RPG. Sounds exciting

Yaaay! XD

And feel free to join in!! Lol, if you don't want to make a profile you could be a thug NPC or something XD Or the Thug Lord - he's like the boss battle.



._. actually, all of their enemies could be seen as NPC's. huh. XD AND YOU COULD BE ANY THAT YOU WANTED TO BE IF YOU WANTED TO BE.

I am going to be a thug NPC >:O Just tell me when to attack.

Perhaps mention that then in your profile? Thug NPCS come at your own risk XD